Wednesday, March 23, 2016

invisible

i am ghost
transparent to all but a few
(seers or fools all)
replete with tambourine & crinoline
moving thru the alley lives of friends and strangers
unknown
pierced with perspective
upon the turning of seasons
unknown
little do they realize how vast my craft, how wild ....
little do they know the sweep of my blue illumination
carried here on wings tucked--hidden
to all
but a few....(seers & fools)
when words glaze my bones
find my feathered home
: seeing
i gasp
  discovered
  uncovered
in the elixir'd
warmth
of
a Sun
i barely recall the name of:
Sun!
: seen
this golden nest light




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